The ones that were mostly clean and just lacked furniture or wallpaper.

Also, the one with the stuff rigged above the bed gets a pass for DIY-initiative and the fat fluffy white cat on the bed that most people probably didn't even notice; vacuum the carpet and I'm okay with it.

That one with the keyboard covered in ashes and halfway melted, but a perfectly functional computer, monitor and mouse, is pretty clearly posed. It's probably some college kid's art project. They clue is the cigarette butts - they're way too uniform and clean.

I normally would have thought these smoking pictures were all bullshiat staged stuff; however,I was delivering pizzas, many years ago, and happenned upon a fellow drivers car.My coworkers care was a Ford Festiva. The gear shifter had a cone of ash and butts around like half a volcano.

Now, how the fark is it that inconvenient to dump an ashtray out the window?

Driving home one evening I noticed a neighbor I did not know face down near his front porch. Thinking he might be dead, I screeched to a stop. Turns out he was drunk as hell. Got him to his feet and walked him into his house. From the outside, the house was very nice split level home. However, the inside was from a horror movie. Never saw anything like that in my life from such a nice neighborhood. Carpet must have had 300 burn marks from cigarettes. How the place never went up in flames is beyond me.

Nutsac_Jim:I normally would have thought these smoking pictures were all bullshiat staged stuff; however,I was delivering pizzas, many years ago, and happenned upon a fellow drivers car.My coworkers care was a Ford Festiva. The gear shifter had a cone of ash and butts around like half a volcano.

Now, how the fark is it that inconvenient to dump an ashtray out the window?

Haven't heard that song in a while; rough translation:Saturday night, half past oneEverybody's wasted, only I'm still going at itI've been courageous the whole evening, have been hitting on and looked aroundright next to you, you sweet broad.We're talking about movies, what your ex is currently studyingI'm almost falling asleep standing on my feet and yet feign interestYou dig love movies and equestrian sport and I think 'a jockey I would like to be as well, but if possibleright now'

Lets make dirty love, all those wild things one only knows from movies,which one never calls by nameLets do dirty love, rub our bodies against each other, lets do it like the animals,here, henceforth and now

Listen up to what I'm telling you: your place or mine, that's the question.In the pants all hell has broken loose, but you simply aren't getting it.I look down your blouse, babe - you look into my face

Saturday night, half past oneEverybody's wasted, only I'm still going at itI've been courageous the whole evening, have been hitting on and looked aroundright next to you, you sweet broad.We're talking about movies, what your ex is currently studyingI'm almost falling asleep standing on my feet and yet feign interestYou dig love movies and equestrian sport and I think 'a jockey I would like to be as well, but if possibleright now'

Lets make dirty love, all those wild things one only knows from movies,which one never calls by nameLets do dirty love, rub our bodies against each other, lets do it like the animals,here, henceforth and now

Listen up to what I'm telling you: your place or mine, that's the question.In the pants all hell has broken loose, but you simply aren't getting it.I look down your blouse, babe - you look into my face

Shades:A lot of these just seem to be the homes of poor people. Not to be all white-knighty and whatnot, but it's uncool to make fun of those.

Rich or poor, no one should be living with gallons of urine in bottles on their desk or mountains made out of thousands of cigarette butts and beer cans around them. The vast majority of people (rich or poor) don't live in squalor like this, pretty much nobody does unless they are suffering from some form of mental illness.

There are some pics showing poor people obviously living in squats in those pics, but those aren't the ones being mocked for the most part.

This is a promo for a new show for 'hoarders' isn't it? Maybe 'Worlds Worst Tenants'.

The majority of those guys have got to be living secretly in basements, abandoned buildings and in one, an old bus.

I've always considered myself a bit of a slob, but after seeing those places, I feel 100% better.

How can those smokers use their keyboards? I smoke and if my ashtray falls over and empties on my keyboard, it stops working. I take it apart and clean it out. Actually, every few months with any keyboard I take them apart and clean them. (Aside from most laptops. Those frikkin keyboards can't be cleaned just replaced.)

Having bottle of pee about the computer, IMO, is disgusting. Poke them elsewhere if you MUST use them. Knock a few over, short out your machine and see just how fast the computer shops will throw you out once they get a wiff.In some of those places, I figure the rats must be living high and in others, I wonder why they can't afford some Wal-Mart cheap paint and slap some on their peeling, moldy walls.

I must be doing something wrong. Every year I have to haul my system in to get it straightened out and I clean the thing, blow the dust out with a compressor, clean the keyboards and forever clean my marble mouse. I'm using an ancient monitor that I got from a bank, analogue, and it's still running after about 5 years -- though I replace keyborads a lot.

NOT because I trashed them but because the letters wear off the keys. (No one laser etches the things on anymore.) My Sony Viao laptop keyboard cracked a couple of those rubber 'suction cups' under the keys and you can't dig them out to replace them. Then the contacts on the keys wore out, so I just replaced the whole keyboard. ($30 on ebay. $75.00 from the company.)

However, the logitech marble mouse doesn't let you get inside to clean out grunge. You have to break the case apart because they use plastic lock pins you can't open. I had to use a Dremel cutting tool last time. Krap gets in along the sides of the buttons, which would be easy to clean out but for their all but wielding the case shut.

That way you have to buy a new mouse.

I don't think I'd even want to shake the hands of most of those people nor have them live next to me.

About a third of them look like mine. The chair isn't visibly broken or soiled yet. There is a countertop between the monitor and kitchen nook that is usually filled with empty Diet Pepsi cans with the overflow ending up in a mound on the floor below -- perhaps as many as 300-400 cans before they literally get underfoot and I end up having to take 1/2 an hour or so to stomp them flat and haul them out. There's usually a dirty bowl laying around somewhere. The visually worst part of the scene is the floor which is full of trash except for narrow pathways, or when it gets really bad, steppingstone-like vacant spots. The trash is generally clean, being castoff items like shopping bags, wire hangers, empty containers, etc., so it's an eyesore rather than an hygienic hazard, and anyway the the carpet beneath looks worse as it hasn't been cleaned in maybe 3 years.

Oddly, it's only bothersome when I picture how others would see it. I almost never want anyone else in my house, so I have no reason to clean it beyond service calls and periodic efforts to clear away the accumulation for mobility's sake. There is even a sort of peace of mind in knowing that no burglar would take the time to search for valuables there.

Poor Kermit. I guess if you're going to fark a pig you're going to end up living like one.

I love how naive some of you farkers are. These aren't 'art projects', or visual illusions - these are nerds who live online and have lost all sense of pride in their homes, and who have decided that pissing in bottles is preferable to interrupting their gaming sessions.

Poverty doesn't really factor into this. My family was not well-off when I was growing up, and we never lived like this. This is full-on internet addiction shaping these environments.

/I'm thinking its time to stop stressing about the unsightly tangle of cords under my desk.//At least my keyboard isn't covered in diarrhoea.

And I worry that I haven't dusted my computer desk in two weeks, or that, despite emptying the ashtray twice a day, I only clean it two or three times a week. Still bothered that the leather on my armrests is tearing, though. That looks awful and speaks of overuse.